Tuesday, May 3, 2011

MESSING WITH MOTHER NATURE

Okay, so I’m as guilty as the next person for buying into it. This is, obviously, a dwarf variety of columbine.

Hey, the poor plants were suffering a long and lingering death as discounted, past-their-prime flowers at a retail store and besides, they’re purple!

One of the taller varieties (see above rationalization) seeded itself into the dwarf pot. Good thing, as the rootstock for the larger colorful columbines is gone. (Well, there are all of those years-worth of seed pods all over the kitchen hutch…)

But I also have the “real” thing! Two years ago the (cultivated) white columbines bloomed first and reigned supreme.

(Shame about the ironweed, though. Hardy stuff, that; it keeps trying but the deer keep shearing it off when it gets about knee high… Perhaps it too would prefer living on the deck in a container as much as the columbines do.)

Chatter straight to your In box...

Cape May Weather (Wildwood Station)

What is Chatter?

A blog (with photos) of light-heartedly amusing and subversively educational ramblings about Nature from the minute to the infinite, peppered with random thoughts and occasional appearances by the author's felines.

Why Wren?

A wren is a little brown bird who chatters all of the time in a voice too big for its size. They remind me of, well, me. And they make me smile. Hope these pages do the same for you!

Who is this Wren, anyway?

Hi, I’m Wren, a happily single forty-something with a degree in biology who may or may not be working in the field (career subject to change without notice). I’m a definite hermit and homebody and currently share my nest with way too many indoor-only cats, a mix of cage birds, one snake, and whatever houseplants survive my sometimes-green thumb, all set in my own little corner of the world which is home to deer, coons, possums, rabbits, voles, moles, mice & (too cool) coyotes, 100+ species of birds, snakes, turtles, lizards, frogs, toads...